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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.