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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
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.