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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Organ,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.