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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.