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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.