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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.