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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Japan,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.