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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.