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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Television,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.