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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.