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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Smoke,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.