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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Zeros to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.