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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.