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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.