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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.