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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Brick,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.