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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Television,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
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.