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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.