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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.