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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.