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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.