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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.