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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.