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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.