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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.