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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.