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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.