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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
10cc,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.