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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.