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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.