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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.