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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.