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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.