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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.