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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.