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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.