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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
June of 44,
X-101,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.