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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.