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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.