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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.