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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.