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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Television,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.