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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Faust,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.