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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s 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 Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
the Association,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
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.