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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.