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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.