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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
The Move,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.