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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.