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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
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.