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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Visage,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.