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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
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.