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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.