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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.