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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABC to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.