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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.