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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.