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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.