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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
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.