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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.