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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.