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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.