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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.