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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.