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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.