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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.