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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.