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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.