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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.