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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Cluster to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Q65,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.