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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arcadia 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.