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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.