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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
New Order,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.