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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.