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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
UT,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.