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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
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.