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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scion to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.