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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.