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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.