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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.