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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
CMW,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.