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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.