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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.