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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.