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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.