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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.