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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.