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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.