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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.