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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.