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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.