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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.