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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
PIL,
Index,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.