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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.