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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.