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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.