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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.