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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.