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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.