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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.