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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.