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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Crime,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.