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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.