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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.