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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.