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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.