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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.