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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
ABC,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.