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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.