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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.