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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.