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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.