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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.