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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.