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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.