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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Visage,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.