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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.