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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.