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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.