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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.