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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.