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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.