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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Excepter,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.