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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.