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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
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.