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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
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.