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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.