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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.