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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Kayak,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.