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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.