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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.