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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.