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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.