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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Nico,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.