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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.