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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.