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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.