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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.