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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 an oboe 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.