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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.