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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.