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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.