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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.