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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.