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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.