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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.