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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.