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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.