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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.