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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
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.