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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.