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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.