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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.