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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.