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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Crime,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Fear,
Japan,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.