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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
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.