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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Wire,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.