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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.