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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.