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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.