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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.