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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.