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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.