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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.