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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.