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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.