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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.