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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.