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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.