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 Portugal and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.