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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.