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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.