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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
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.