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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.