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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.