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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.