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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Mars,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.