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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.