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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.