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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.