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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.