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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Slave,
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.