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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Nico,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.