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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.