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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.