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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.