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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
CMW,
Faust,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
X-102,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.