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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.