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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.