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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
PIL,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.