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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.