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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.