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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.