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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.