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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.