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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
June Days,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.