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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.