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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Franke,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.