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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.