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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.