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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 PIL to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.