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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.