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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.