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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.