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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.