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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.