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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
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.