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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.