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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The Move,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.