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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.