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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.