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 India and from Manchester.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Little Man,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
MDC,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.