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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.