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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.