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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.