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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.