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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.