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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Fear,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.