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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.