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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.