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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.