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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
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.