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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.