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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Organ,
Index,
Television,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.