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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.