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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.