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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.