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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.