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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.