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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.