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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
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.