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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.