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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.