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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.