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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.