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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Gong,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.