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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Magma,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.