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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.