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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.