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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.