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 India and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.