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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.