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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
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.