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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.