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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scion 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nas,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.