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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
UT,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
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.