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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.