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 Portugal and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.