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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Gong,
Q65,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.