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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.