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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
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.