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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.