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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.