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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Ituana,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.