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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.