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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.