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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
ABC,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.