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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.