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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.