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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 AZ to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.