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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.