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 Laos and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.