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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Index,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.