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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.