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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
10cc,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
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.