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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.