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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.