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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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?
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
X-101,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.