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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.