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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
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.