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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.