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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.