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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.