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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.