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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.