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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.