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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.