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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.