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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
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.