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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.