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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.