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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.