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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.