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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.