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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.