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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.