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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.