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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.