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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.