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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.