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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
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.