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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.