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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.