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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.