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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.