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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.