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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.