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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Wings,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.