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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.