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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.