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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.