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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.