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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.