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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.