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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.