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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.