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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.