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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.