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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.