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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.