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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.