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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.