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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.