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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.