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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.