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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.