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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.