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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.