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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.