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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.