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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Nas,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.