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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.