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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.