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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.