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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Jandek,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.