Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Fear,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.