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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.