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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.