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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.