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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.