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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
AZ,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.