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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.