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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.