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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.