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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.