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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Smog,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.