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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.