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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.