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 Malta 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.