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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Japan,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.