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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.