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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.