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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.