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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.