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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.