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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
This Heat,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.