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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.