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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.