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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.