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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
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.