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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.