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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.