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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.