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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
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.