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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.