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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.