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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.