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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
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.