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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.