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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.