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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Gang Green,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.