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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.