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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
ABC,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.