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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Swans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.