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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.