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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.