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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Index,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
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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.