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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.