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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.