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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.