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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.