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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.