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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.