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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.