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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.