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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.