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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones 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?
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Visage,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.