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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.