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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.