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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.