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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.