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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.