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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.