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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.