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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.