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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.