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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.