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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.