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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
ABC,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.