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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.