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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.