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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.