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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.