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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.