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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.