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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.