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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.