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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.