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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.