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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
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.