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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.