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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.