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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.