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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Sparks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.