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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.