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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.