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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.