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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Nico,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.