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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.