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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.