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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
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.