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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.