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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.