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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.