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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.