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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.