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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Faust,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.