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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Index,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Saints,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.