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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Japan,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.