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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.