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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
UT,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.