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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.