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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.