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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.