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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.