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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.