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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.