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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.