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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.