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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.