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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
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.