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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.