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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
the Association,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.