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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.