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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.