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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Monks,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.