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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.