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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
cv313,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.