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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
June Days,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.