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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.