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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.