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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Kayak,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.