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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.