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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.