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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.