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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Crime,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.