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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.