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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.