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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.