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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.