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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Fall,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.