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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
UT,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.