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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Can,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.