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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.