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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Scion,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.