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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.