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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.