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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.