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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.