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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
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.