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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
ABC,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.