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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.