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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.