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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.