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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
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.