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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
DNA,
JFA,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.