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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.