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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.