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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.