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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.