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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Organ to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.