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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Smog,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.