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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.