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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
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.