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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
X-102,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.