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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.