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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.