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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.