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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.