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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Japan,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.