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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.