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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.