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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.