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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Litter,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
cv313,
Rakim,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.