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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Houston and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.