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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.