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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.