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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Television,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.