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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.