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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.