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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.