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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.