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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.