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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.