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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.