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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
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.