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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Subhumans,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.