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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.