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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.