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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.