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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.