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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.