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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.