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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.