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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
CMW,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.