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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
cv313,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.