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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.