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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.