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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.