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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.