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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.