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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
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.