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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.